Sunday, June 17, 2007

a challenge for me



This is the first poem my son wrote, when he was ten years old.
Many a time I am reminded of this poem and the expectation there in when he says if there is a problem she will sort.


Mother -Michael A.V.

My mother is really nice
Even though she's large in size
If there is a problem she will sort
And she's appreciated a lot
She's often serious with me
But she plays with me too
In the end I wonder
if appreciation is enough

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

new day.


yesterday someone called me in the evening saying, i thought you may be less busy in the evening.
yeah sometimes the day is just too long that i wish it didn't have 24hrs. sometimes it seems like the allotted 24 hrs not nearly enough.so what does it really mean. time is just a concept that you use according to your convenience.

overslept....by the time i woke up it was 5.30 am. just enough time to do my couple of rounds of walking so i don't miss the routine. got back home and quickly made some breakfast. sent the kids off to school.must be boring for them to take the same kind of stuff each day. but one has to live within the means... now what does that mean... i always find myself to be able to spend on others even if i don't have much with me....me and my kids that is where we can make the shrink.... stretch the elastic backwards i guess.

summer pictures sent from a land of snow and darkness for the most part of the year. sunshine and bright colours , they treasure much. for us we are not touched by them. we can only say how hot it is or how rainy it is. both of which we long for but when it comes to that we choose the green on the otherside. its a vicious cycle i guess.
i love spring and summer, when all the plants flower. when i was a little girl i used to long for the flowers to bloom. i lived in a hill station where seasons were more or less pronounced unlike now when i live almost at the equator. rain and sun are the two seasons here. no spring , summer, autumn or winter. the seasons are not pronounced at all and hardly make a difference.
the rain clouds have such a darkening effect on both body and soul. the modern medicine doesn't allow for such nonsense. but the fact remains. time , tide, light , darkness all have their own effects on us human beings.

began to read something after a long long time. was just wondering when i really lost the love for reading. or have i really lost it... no i don't think so , since i still love it. possibly like a marriage when after a few years , the explict joy is invisible.

some one from a rich country asked about people who work in the gulf countries from place like ours, who get married and have to soon leave to find their daily bread, " then why do they get married at all?" interesting question. wonder what he would do if he was in the same kind of situation.
the rich have no idea of the struggles the poor have . they are desperately trying to make ends meet. while the rich have troubles because of their affluence or their life with money.
ha i am rambling on and on.....
guess i should stop for now. shall come back later. ... hang on the picture is just coming in .... so got couple more minutes.
teachers.... an interesting lot.
if you fall into the pattern, they like it, if not, they are suspicious and wondering was it the internet? was it some books that he has taken this from......very interesting... if you are not at the receiving end.

Monday, June 4, 2007


a beautiful flower becomes the fulfilling of the plant. once the flower blossoms, the attention is no longer on the plant but the flower. and definitely marks milestones and death in some.
this beautiful lotus grows in the mud that is in the pond it grows in.
the surroundings are not beautiful at all. yet the lotus doesn't run away. once it blossoms, the attention is totally taken away from the rest. can i be one like that. well i guess it needs lots more work to be done. to be as beautiful in spirit so that i can cover any filth that is around me.

the blog

days past
many of them
nothing written
nothing gained.

has the faculty disppeared
i wonder.
the machine goes on.
can do only routines

off routine, off balance.
the mind is cranky
littlest detail
well remembered
important things
totally forgotten

yesterday vivid and alive
today drab and forgotten
what an existence
sometimes i wonder.

nakulan ,
remembered in poetry
remembered in prose
what difference i wonder
to the soul that is gone